T.A. Creech

King Solna Nalion is tired of war. Standing in the aftermath of yet another battle over an ancient insult, he longs for the possibility of ending the wars at last -- and finds it in Vius Tylele, a wounded warrior who is not what he seems. In light of Tylele's charm and intelligence, Nalion schemes to unite their countries for a lasting peace, one that might even bring love.<br><br>Nothing is as it seems and Vius Tylele knows that all too well. But King Nalion’s marriage proposal, while ridiculous, has merit. Between petulant generals, tainted magic, and falling unexpectedly in love, Vius discovers he has more to lose than he thought. His country, his magic, and even his heart.

Witch King

When he came back into the bedroom, Vius was happy to see his stately, if he said so himself, black Mage robes in a careful bundle placed precisely on the now fresh made bed. Cia must have been in to do so, since his intended rarely seemed to have anyone other than her and Vius inside his quarters. He chuckled at the thought of mousy, plain Cia tearing through his army to find his robes. Ilul must have enjoyedthat.


Chapter 12